chap 1- TERROR

'Scream' is a word used to express your hidden fear but it is also a word which is

used to express a type of people, who actually are not people, but are shape shifters.

If they see someone , they come to know everything about them. These people are

found only at one place - the lonely streets of Earth.

Mayleborne Academy, one of the best schools in London;

It was an average morning in winter in London. The assembly bell rang as Mr. Hovard, the mathematics teacher of grade,12 A, entered the room with a black marker in his hands. The classroom seemed ordinary as before, the white board situated beside the blackboard and a few chalks on the teacher's table, but something was off. Joe Levenston, being the most intelligent student, immediately quieted down along with all the other students.

'Good morning students, today we're going to start with Quadratic equations.' said Mr. Hovard opened his marker and started writing on the board "Quadratic Equations."

'So, students, do any of you know the meaning of this?' asked Mr Hovard as he leaned on the table in front of him.

Joe Levenston raised his right hand high up in the air.

'Yes Joe, stand up,' said Mr Hovard.

Joe stood up and said 'Quadratic equations are-' BANG! The sound of a blast came.

'What the-' said one of the students.

'What's that?' said another one.

'Was that a bomb?!' said another girl.

'Shit, guns!' said another one of the students. The whole classroom became a mess as everyone started chattering.

'Class quite down!' yelled Mr Hovard.

The students looked at him and there was an awkward silence, but following it came the sound of many students rushing out of the other class room towards the sound.

The students passed 12 A while someone was yelling 'Smoke! Fire!'

Now, fear had come over 12 A and all the students started getting out of their benches and heading towards the main door. Joe Levenston also did the same and blended in with the crowd. They could see thick, black smoke coming out of the "mess" room as few students also dared to go in it.

Mr Hovard gave a deep sigh and looked away from the students and stared down the empty classroom. Suddenly a blazing fiery ring, the size of his eye appeared in front of him.

Utter confusion filled Mr Hovard's mind. Slowly, the fiery ring grew in size until it was in an ovular shape and it was big enough to fit a person. Soon, a man wearing all black emerged from inside the ring and as he got out, he fixed his tie a bit.

'Hello there.' said that man in a cold voice with a menacing grin on his face

Mr. Hovard was terrified and confused at the same moment. He backed up a bit until he hit the wall.

'Wh-who are you?' asked Mr. Hovard in a very timid voice. 'What do you want from me? Is this a hallucination?'

'This is no hallucination Hovard, this is the end of your life.' said the man in all black while fixing his wrist watch.

The hair on Mr. Hovard's spine stood up. 'What did I do?' asked Mr. Hovard

'I'm gonna get to the point, I'm here to end your life, I know what you have done to those two poor and innocent souls,' said the man.

'Wh-what have I done?' asked Mr. Hovard.

'You'll know yourself.' said the man as Mr. Hovard's eyes started to move around rapidly.

He groaned slightly in pain as he remembered everything.

'Remember the knife.' said the man in a cold voice as Mr. Hovard remembered the blood stained knife kept neatly covered in cloth in the drawer in his desk.

'Remember Mr. Johnson who insulted you in the teacher's meeting and hurt your ego! Your one and only ego which is more important than a human's life, you wanted to kill him, didn't you?' said the man while grinning widely.

Mr. Hovard shook his head.

'You wanted to kill him didn't you?' again asked the man as Mr Hovard nodded this time.

'Shit, please stop, I beg you.' said Mr. Hovard as the feeling of guilt filled his heart.

'What did you tell Tommy?' asked the man.

Mr. Hovard groaned again as he remembered the fact that he had messaged Tommy that, if he killed Mr Johnson, Mr Hovard would not kill him.

'How did you tell him to kill Mr Johnson?' asked the man.

Mr. Hovard shut his eyes tight and remembered. Mr. Johnson, being a regular visitor to Tommy's shop, had been invited to his house by Tommy himself for a party or, he thought so. When Mr Johnson was taking juice from a glass jug, Tommy pulled out a knife from the nearby knife holder and stabbed Mr Johnson in the back.

'Do you remember how the glass fell from Mr Johnson's hand onto the ground and..' said the man as Mr. Hovard took off his glasses and squeezed them tightly in his left hand, he squeezed the spectacles so hard that they 'Shattered!' said the man in a menacing way.

'Please stop, how do you know all this? Who are you?' asked Mr Hovard.

'I am an agent of SCREAM inter-dimensional detective agency and codename's Terror.' said the man.

'Terror please spare me.' said Mr Hovard desperately as tears started to form in his eyes.

'Do you remember how Tommy died?' asked Terror in the same calm and cold voice. Mr Hovard groaned again and remembered that when the glass broke and fell and broke, some shards of glass went onto Tommy's leg which distracted him. He quickly glanced towards his leg and felt a slight nudge on the hand holding the knife. He swiftly glanced back to see Mr. Hovard taking the knife from his hands and stabbing him in the back. Blood poured out of his mouth as his last words were 'Traitor' before he fell to the ground and bled to death.

'Now, do you feel guilty? And, did you kill them?' asked Terror. Mr Hovard nodded.

'Ok, now that you've confessed, I must end you.' said Terror.

'No, please.' said MrHovard while desperately grabbing his own hair and pulling it. 'Why did you blast a bomb though?' asked Mr Hovard.

'It was not a bomb, it was a radio tape of the sound of a bomb exploding. I kept the radio in that room and timed it precisely, and I also kept a smoke bomb in there to give it a realistic hint.' said Terror. 'Well then, bye.' said Terror as Mr Hovard screamed at the top of his lungs but only lasted a split second as Terror clapped his hands twice and evaporated into thin air. Terror fixed his tie a bit and sat on the teacher's chair.

Meanwhile; Joe was still trying to figure out the situation. Was it an attack on him? Or maybe a trap. Whatever it was, it remained unsolved as the students only found the radio, radio tape and the smoke bomb from the room.

'Who would play such a petty prank?' Joe thought to himself as the janitor came and told all of them to go back to their classes.

After a few minutes, the students entered the classroom and were surprised to see an elegant man dressed in all black, instead of Mr Hoard.

'Where is Mr Hovard and who are you?' asked one of the students.

'Listen students, Mr Hovard had to immediately go to France for some urgent work, I', your new substitute mathematics teacher; Mr Thompson. Now, take a seat.' he said while gesturing to the benches. All the students sat down and class went on as usual and as soon as the bell rang, all of the students headed outside the classroom for their art class.

Despair sat back in the class and waited as the students went out of the classroom. As all the students were going, Joe Levenston looked towards Terror and they made eye contact. Something was suspicious about that boy.

Terror gave a sigh and said 'Sometimes to accomplish your goals, one has to become a Maths teacher too.'

He then pulled out his phone from his pocket and called up someone. The receiver picked up and Terror said 'Hey Despair, where are you? Don't wile away your time like that. I am sending you the coordinates to the place where I am right now. Come fast. And yes, come in a suit, pants and tie. The reason is you are pretty good in English and I have a job for you; that is, being an English teacher.'

'Roger that.' came the voice of Despair from the other end of the phone.